All Chapters of His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

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What The Body Remembers

Marcus’s POVThe progress bar on my monitor flickered at twelve percent before I hit the kill switch.Julian’s order to run a full background check on Lauren Vance had been sitting in my queue for exactly twenty minutes, and every second it sat there felt like holding a live grenade with the pin pulled. If the system finished that deep-dive trace, it wouldn't just pull up her fake security credentials, it would unravel everything. It would show her ties to the underground gambling rings, her real identity, and the massive, tangled web Julian himself had wiped from his own skull thanks to Vivian Moreau’s neurochemical poison.I rubbed the bridge of my nose, staring at the glowing screen. I’d been walking a fucking razor’s edge since the penthouse attack. On one hand, I owed my life and my complete loyalty to Julian Cross. On the other, I knew exactly what Lauren meant to him before he lost his goddamn mind. He had fallen for her. Violently. And right now, my job was to do private dama

The Obsession Rekindles

Lauren’s POV It started on Tuesday.Julian didn’t say a fucking word about it, of course. He just started appearing out of nowhere. He didn't announce his presence, and he damn sure didn't acknowledge the fact that he was doing it on purpose. The first time happened right outside the security office. I was standing by the filing cabinets, stuffing a stack of recent incident reports into the metal drawers. My hands were stiff, my mind fried from trying to act like a low-level security analyst while carrying his goddamn baby inside me.I closed the drawer, turned around, and there he was.Julian was leaning against the concrete wall of the corridor, his hands shoved into his suit pockets. His dark eyes were fixed right on me, they were sharp and unblinking. He didn't say anything. He just watched the way I moved, his jaw set in that tight, aggressive line I knew all too well."Mr. Cross," I said, forcing my voice to stay level, keeping the fake professional distance Marcus had warned

Silas Wakes Differently

Lauren’s POV The phone buzzed in the back pocket of my jeans while I was hiding out in the lower-level laundry room, pretending to sort through a stack of towels I had absolutely no business touching.I pulled it out, my fingers trembling slightly. It wasn't the burner phone Vivian had compromised. It was the one Marcus had slipped into my hand three days ago, a lifeline meant only for emergencies that Julian didn't know about. I swiped the screen, pressing the receiver to my ear. "Yeah?""Lauren, this is St. Jude's Hospital," a woman’s voice whispered. "The patient in room 412. He’s awake, and he’s asking for you. Specifically. He used your actual name, not the insurance alias."My breath caught in my throat, "Silas?""Yes. He refused his midday sedation and told me to place this call. He said you’d know what it meant.""I'm on my way," I said, my voice barely a raspy breath. "Don’t tell anyone else. Especially not Julian Cross. If anyone asks, you haven't seen or spoken to me.""U

Serena's Performance Cracks

Julian’s POV My patience was a fucking running thin, and it was running out a hell of a lot faster than Serena expected.Ever since she came back, she’d been acting like the woman I remembered marrying, the one who treated our relationship like a cold, legally binding contract. She was prepared for that version of me. She was prepared for the distant, predictable husband who didn't give a shit what she did as long as she didn't embarrass my name.But she wasn't prepared for the man I was now.I couldn't explain it, and it was driving me fucking insane. It felt like though my brain had been wiped clean of the last several months, but my body hadn't received the memo. My instincts rebelled against her. Every time she reached out to touch my shoulder, every time she flashed that perfectly practiced smile, my skin crawled. It felt fake. A cheap goddamn performance, and every single nerve in my body was screaming at me to push her away.I didn't want performed warmth. For some reason, my

The Interrogation

Julian’s POVThe study was lit up with the amber glow of the desk lamp, a sharp contrast to the icy coldness radiating from the man sitting behind it. I watched her–my wife. She stood near the floor-to-ceiling windows, her silhouette looking perfect against the Seattle skyline."Serena," I said, my voice barely a whisper in the silence.She turned. Her eyes held mine with a terrifying, steady calm. "Yes, Julian?""I’ve been thinking," I said, leaning back, making the leather chair creaking under me. "My memory of the weeks before you returned is… fragmented. A black hole, if you will call it that. But I have a habit of noticing when a puzzle piece doesn't fit the picture."She didn't flinch. She just tilted her head, a gesture so practiced it almost annoyed me. "You’ve been through a trauma, Julian. The doctors said–""Fuck the doctors," I cut her off in a flat tone that was devoid of the heat that usually fueled my temper. I was actually fascinated. She was playing the role of my wif

A Familiar Pull

Julian’s POV I was losing my fucking mind, and I didn't know why.Every time I walked into a room in this goddamn penthouse, my eyes did the same thing. They scanned the corners, the hallways, the kitchen counter–looking for her. Not Serena. It was never Serena. My wife was usually exactly where she belonged, draped in some expensive designer clothes, smiling that perfect, rehearsed smile that suddenly made my skin crawl.No, I was looking for the twin. Lauren."Julian? Are you listening to me?"Serena’s high and smooth voice cut through my thoughts. She was sitting across from me at the long dining table, poking at a salad."Yeah," I lied, keeping my eyes on my tablet. "You were talking about the charity gala next week.""The Aurelia Trust event," she corrected, her tone carrying that slight edge of annoyance she always hid behind a pout. "It’s important we show a united front, especially after everything that happened with the security breach. People are talking.""Let them talk, I

Silas’s New Mission

Silas’s POV I stared at the cracked hospital ceiling for what felt like the hundredth fucking time that day, the sterile smell of antiseptic burning my nostrils. The doctors thought I was still playing the amnesia card, but my head was clearer than it had been in weeks. Stage four glioblastoma. Three months, maybe four if I was lucky. The bullets had just sped up the clock. Funny how dying makes everything crystal fucking clear.Vivian Moreau was the real snake in the grass. I'd pieced it together from the whispers Marcus let slip during his visits and the burner phone I'd kept hidden under my mattress. Julian's empire was crumbling because of her, and Serena? That overly pampered bitch was dancing right in the middle of it. If I was going out, I wasn't doing it quietly. Not while Lauren was still tangled up in this mess.I grabbed the disposable phone from the drawer, the one with the private line that cost me a favor from an old contact outside the Cross network. My fingers hovered

The Enemy of My Enemy

Lauren’s POV I slipped out of the east wing just after midnight, my sneakers quiet on the marble. The penthouse felt like a damn pressure cooker these days. Serena gliding around like she owned the place again, flashing those fake smiles at Julian while her eyes stayed dead cold. And Julian... God, Julian. He watched everything like a shark circling blood in the water, but he still didn’t remember me. Not the way that mattered.My hand drifted to my stomach out of habit. The baby was still a secret I guarded tighter than anything. I couldn’t risk Serena or Vivian finding out. Hell, half the time I wasn’t sure Julian would even believe me if I told him right now.I took the elevator down to the garage level. I needed air that didn’t taste like lies. The underground lot was dim, I was heading for one of the fleet SUVs so I could take a drive when I noticed a shadow moved near the pillar.I froze, my heart slamming against my chest. My fingers curled around the small knife I kept in my

Serena’s First Move

Serena's POVI adjusted the cuff of my blouse in the mirror of the bedroom, the one I'd claimed as a temporary powder room because the master suite still felt like enemy territory. Julian's cold shoulder was starting to get on my nerves more than I cared to admit. Three weeks back in this penthouse, playing the dutiful wife to a man who looked at me like I was a pain in his ass, and I was already itching to burn it all down.My phone buzzed on the marble counter. It was Vivian. Of course. The message was short, cryptic, and fucking typical of her.'Access the backup terminal in his study. The NEREID proxy codes are active. Start small. Shell accounts only. No traces.'I deleted it immediately, my heart suddenly beating rapidly. This wasn't some amateur smash-and-grab. Vivian had drilled it into me during those weeks in her "holding arrangement"–how to move money swiftly. Julian's empire was a fortress, but even fortresses had entrances if you knew where to knock.I slipped the phone i

The Unwanted Jealousy

Lauren’s POV The charity gala in downtown Seattle was loud, crowded, and completely exhausting. Rich people in designer clothes walked around the massive ballroom, sipping champagne and pretending to care about whatever charity we were supposed to be supporting tonight. I stood near a large marble pillar near the edge of the room, holding a glass of wine I had no intention of drinking. My feet ached in the expensive heels Serena had left behind in her closet, and the tight silk dress made it hard to breathe deeply.My eyes kept moving across the room, tracking Julian. Even in a room filled with the city's most powerful billionaires, he stood out. He wore a perfectly tailored dark suit, and he moved with a cold, quiet confidence that made people step out of his way without him even saying a word. Right next to him was Serena. She was doing exactly what she had been trained to do her whole life–smiling perfectly, nodding at the boring real estate developers, and pretending to be the do

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